Lyrics:
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
(Chorus)
We own/on the block (x3)
And you know we keep it hot
We own the block (x3)
Making money on every lot
We own the block (x3)
Serve it up
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
Quinton
You can blame the fast livin' or the whiskey and women
Radio don't need to love me, but they need to respect it
I'm here to pick the pieces up where
10
She like all you ever do is trap trap trap trap trap
How many times have I hit that strip and done it again and again
Well baby I'm a trapper
goes
I always had a dream to stay on the radio
So do you want passion or plastic, I won't get ecstatic if its
Not really valid I casted my ballot
It's
not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’
Live by the grind like it’s part
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio
The radio don?' seem to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety
Segwaying right into the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio,
The radio don't seem to get the click so you say
Not really Lookin for credit
Niggas got goals and we never Gon dead it
We ain't into all the edits
Since young was shooting them 3's like we reddick
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
song instead of a love letter
They gon' play it on the radio a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it you gon' stop and think of me
I wanna get
babies (shit crazy)
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's bad blood
and me
(Baby don't cry)
Sipping Bailey's Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what's up?)
I'm suppressing the tears, but
don't know where life's going but soon it won't be long
I know the wind that's blowing help's me carry on
Turn on your radio baby, baby listen to my song
’re
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
need
But imma outside nigga baby not right now
Your feelings get to hard to swallow baby bite down, you saw what you want
Usher on the radio
You can't
at the sky
As I pause cassette, my thoughts collect and then I realise
There's a new road ahead
A couple bumps, where you're headed to
An opportunity to edit
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
of Reebok, shout to the whole Reebok staff holdin' me down
You know I'm sayin', Q Gaskins, Q, it's "Food & Liquor" time baby!
Shout to Matt Inc., Shout
listening to radio stars
On the way to edit the receipts of foreign wars
Itemising the profits of basically slave labour
For a salary itself hundreds of times
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem
By far
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